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Golden Raindrops, ten/rose, G
Large, golden drops of water fall from the sky, splashing against their skin and leaving it cool and warm all at once. It leaves their bodies glowing softly., 424 words
They were laughing, the way they do, when he stopped to look at her, his fingers dancing smoothly over the controls of the TARDIS and she started to materialise. The Time Machine jolted to a stop a moment later.
Rose sighed, smiled, coming up beside him with her shoulder whispering against his. “Where are we now?” she asked, eyeing his antsy hands and smiling all the more.
He only gave her a coy look, the sparkle of a thousand suns dancing behind his coconut eyes and said softly, “Pit stop, maybe?”
She was surprised and gave him a look that told him so, but he only took hold of her hand, the whisper of it barely there at all; expression full of hot warmth, he grinned and pulled her towards the doors.
He stopped at the door to look down at her, smile never leaving him. “I don’t think you’ve had a first date with this face before,” he said simply. “Might be even better than the last one.”
Before she could respond, he pulled her into the unknown.
And now… now they are where no else ever had been, on the planet where the light of a thousand colours she’ll never know the name of dance in patterns across the almond sky. The sound of a song she’ll never forget softly whispers in the wind, brushing her ears and filling her eyes.
Large, golden drops of water fall from the sky, splashing against their skin and leaving it cool and warm all at once. It leaves their bodies glowing softly.
She sits upon the damp, blue grass with the Doctor and she looks to the colourful sky, head leaning against him. “Bit too romantic, all this,” she says slowly, nonchalantly.
The Doctor merely shrugs, waves a hand with a small smile. “Nah, this is nothing. I wanted to show you romance, Rose Tyler - what about the Heroh Planet in 14,567, or Paris in France, or Rome on the Krok Planet of Masiah? This is nothing yet.” Then he gives a coy smirk. “I have time yet.”
She can only look at him; he’s looking at her intently and she almost gives in and presses her lips against his there and then, but stops herself only when he smiles some more. She looks back up to the wonder she would never see without him by her side. “So beautiful,” she whispers, and she’s still breathless.
The Doctor swallows. “I know,” he says, words wrapping around his throat, but his eyes haven’t left her face.
Large, golden drops of water fall from the sky, splashing against their skin and leaving it cool and warm all at once. It leaves their bodies glowing softly., 424 words
They were laughing, the way they do, when he stopped to look at her, his fingers dancing smoothly over the controls of the TARDIS and she started to materialise. The Time Machine jolted to a stop a moment later.
Rose sighed, smiled, coming up beside him with her shoulder whispering against his. “Where are we now?” she asked, eyeing his antsy hands and smiling all the more.
He only gave her a coy look, the sparkle of a thousand suns dancing behind his coconut eyes and said softly, “Pit stop, maybe?”
She was surprised and gave him a look that told him so, but he only took hold of her hand, the whisper of it barely there at all; expression full of hot warmth, he grinned and pulled her towards the doors.
He stopped at the door to look down at her, smile never leaving him. “I don’t think you’ve had a first date with this face before,” he said simply. “Might be even better than the last one.”
Before she could respond, he pulled her into the unknown.
And now… now they are where no else ever had been, on the planet where the light of a thousand colours she’ll never know the name of dance in patterns across the almond sky. The sound of a song she’ll never forget softly whispers in the wind, brushing her ears and filling her eyes.
Large, golden drops of water fall from the sky, splashing against their skin and leaving it cool and warm all at once. It leaves their bodies glowing softly.
She sits upon the damp, blue grass with the Doctor and she looks to the colourful sky, head leaning against him. “Bit too romantic, all this,” she says slowly, nonchalantly.
The Doctor merely shrugs, waves a hand with a small smile. “Nah, this is nothing. I wanted to show you romance, Rose Tyler - what about the Heroh Planet in 14,567, or Paris in France, or Rome on the Krok Planet of Masiah? This is nothing yet.” Then he gives a coy smirk. “I have time yet.”
She can only look at him; he’s looking at her intently and she almost gives in and presses her lips against his there and then, but stops herself only when he smiles some more. She looks back up to the wonder she would never see without him by her side. “So beautiful,” she whispers, and she’s still breathless.
The Doctor swallows. “I know,” he says, words wrapping around his throat, but his eyes haven’t left her face.